The Treasured Diary: Part Five "No way," he said, stepping back. "Close spaces,
not my thing. These wings are meant for wide open skies, not nasty old tombs."
The Curse of Talador: Fate - Part Two I felt light and graceful, and took a step towards
the voice like a bell. A faerie dressed completely in white, bathed in the light
shining down, was gently coaxing me to her...